Breathing Death
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At my mother's hospital deathbed,
w a i t i n g for her final gasp;
breathing death with unfathomable dread,
tasting it- with each rasp.
Praying for mother's ETERNAL rest.
To lips a kiss pressed,
c o n n e c t e d only by a thread;
her spirit tight I grasp.
Silently, death comes sighing- DEAD;
I whisper love and unclasp . . .
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March 5, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/ Breathing Death
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1001-388-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 10 Lines, 5 Words III
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place*
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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